Razz grew up in the streets of North London, he'd never known his dad & lived with his mother, during his adolescence he gained a hardened personality from the manifestations of the several traumatic events he'd endured from an early age, throughout this strife's he'd developed a form of schizophrenia, in which occurs in violent episodes throughout the months. During his times amongst the streets, he'd developed a very informal mannerism of speaking, im-particularly he has a very limited vocabulary, likewise intelligence. Forced into the involvement of knife crimes, in-which is common within deprived parts of the UK he had handled low-level weaponry such as 12-gauge sawn-off shotguns, pistols, etc.
As he'd grew older, his body matured yet his mind stayed stationary within his early teens, he became confrontational individually with his problems; disregarding help of friends. He mainly tackles his problems head-on, without any devised plots of schemes, perhaps out of a fear of being perceived as weak, his biggest fear, & overall downfall, causing him to make irrational decisions out of that singular fear, likely it will eventually be his own un-doing.
Until he became 24, it was late June, after being turned-away by the streets, he became somewhat of a has-been, he'd decided to make the unfortunate decision to take the cheapest flight possible to the furthest place away possible, Chernarus, he'd endured the entirety of the infection outbreak, making the bold realisation of having not much military support during his hour of need, he'd took it upon himself to arm himself, & clothe appropriately to the circumstances, improvising the majority of his equipment from his imagination, he was prepared for the new world. Those who weren't prepared, he now takes advantage of, robbing, & getting into fights regularly.